I had this dream in the early hours of Friday, July 6, 2012. The dream stayed with me most of the day on Friday, and I still remember it as though I just woke from it...
The setting appears to be at some point during the apocalypse. Kris, Kaylan, Ricky, Van and myself are all standing in a large crowded area, a field I think. There is a loud rumble of conversation all around us, much like bees hovering over their hive. I can't hear what anyone around us is saying. I sense a feeling of urgency looming over everyone present.
Periodically, a long loud bell sounds, and then a list of names is called out. They call out Van and Ricky's names. I cling to Van, pleading him not to go. To stay with us. Of course, he has no choice and the 'people in charge' come for him and Ricky and guide them over to where the others whose names were called are milling around.
A short while later, Ricky, Van and the others whose names were called are made to enter a large 'bucket'. (a long platform with low walls large enough to hold 10-15 people). The 'people in charge' raise the bucket way up high into the sky, and then dump the persons in the bucket out.
As each person nears the ground, their name is called out over a loud intercom. Then a huge video-screen appears in the sky, showing the named individual hit the ground. I hear them call Van's name, and can't help but watch the screen. I hold my breath. He hits the ground hard, rolls over a few times, raises his head and the his face hits the ground. I see him take his last breath.
Soon after, they call out Ricky's name. He also hits the ground hard, rolls over a few times and then stops. The camera lingers on him. Then he gets up on his hands and knees! A couple of the 'people in charge' hurry over to him and escort him off the huge field of corpses.
The girls and I somehow manage to get over to the area where they took Ricky. We are not supposed to be over here, as we have not been dumped from the bucket. We all hugged Ricky and are so happy he is alive, and we are all saddened by Van's death. Our little reunion does not last long. One of the 'people in charge' comes over to us and tells us that mine and the girls' names have been called and we are to go immediately to the bucket. I look over at her, then at Ricky. I feel a rush of panic. I tell them, there is no way any of the three of us will survive that drop. Ricky and I look at each other, each with great sadness in our eyes.
Then I wake up.
When I was telling the girls about this dream, we were in the midst of a really nasty thunderstorm. Just after the part where Van dies in the dream, a particularly loud crack of thunder hits near the house. One of Krissie's talking dolls is set off by the storm, and starts saying the prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep.."
